Waking up face slanted sideways while my body is lifeless, my mind walks & wanders while wondering why my heart beats slower than the rhythm of the regular. No English teacher could possibly profess this unfamiliar vernacular without being lectured through the lesson of the fear of being forgotten. We’ve lost sight of things, but that’s okay,
because we all lose sight of things sometimes.
like misplacing your keys somewhere within youre own house;; you know they’re not lost, but having access to life’s open & closed doors is much easier with the clanging of assurance in your hands.
Low periods & dull moments can drain us of the energy that keeps us going, but let us not stop for the ocean & the moon still sing. Give me a hard slap on the face with the force of a lightning bolt too powerful for Zeus himself to handle with the hands that hold my heart. Wake me up.